Emotion and Pimples

I am as unsettled as the wind today,
     laughing loudly with students,
crying to a song on the way home.

Rage hits after I’m accosted by a colleague
who complains about the same things always,
but does nothing.
     (Except keep me stranded long enough
     that I’m now loading boxes
     into my car in a hurricane.)

          a fit of giggles.

I am buffeted like
   last autumn’s leaves.

They told us
   in that fifth grade assembly about
     “growing up”
that with age would come
   and fewer pimples.

I’m still waiting.
     (For both.)

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